I Can't Be Mated to Him
My mother is likely not listening at all, probably deciding if she can burn this chair once I’ve vacated it.
“Well, the attack lasted for hours! It seemed that once I’d managed to get my way out of the flock, more birds would arrive. It’s truly unnatural behavior, is it not, Father?”
He’s fuming under the surface, I can tell. His breathing is slightly labored, and I see the tell-tale signs of a flush creeping up his neck. He’s imagining Raven sent the birds, I know it. But he obviously isn’t goint to admit that to me. After all, he thinks I still think of her as my sister. If he suggested that she was controlling the fictional birds, he’d have to admit the truth about her parentage. He won’
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